Zephyr /ˈzɛfə/
A gentle mild breeze. It does not disrupt, nor cause chaos, it merely brings a pleasant sensation.
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'They say I bring them peace and happiness. Great god knows why I can't find any of them for myself!'
Zephyr was a girl who didn't...
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The candle's floating in the air reflected in her eyes. She shut out Hermione talking rapidly and the nervous glances students gave to each other. Their terrified faces too stared around. Most of them were staring at the ceiling in awe.
The ceiling, though she had read about it, it was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. It felt like it opened directly into the heaven. She could see the dark sky above. Zephyr didn't notice Professor McGonagall putting an old hat on a stool or the hat singing a song. For all she was, mesmerised by her surroundings.
